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Thursday, October 18, 2012

It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.
~ Washington Irving The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
~ L.M. MontgomeryAnne of Green Gables

The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance—all strewn with crumpled playbills.
~ Henry James The Turn of the Screw

He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.
~ Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple . . .
~ J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .
~ Charles Dickens Martin Chuzzlewit

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
~ Henry David Thoreau

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
~ George Eliot

I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street. . .by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
~ Hal Borland

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
~ Joe L. Wheeler

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
~ Lauren DeStefanoWither